Days (4) and (5) of NaPoWriMo.

(4) Disconnect

Go ahead

call it ending

wash away the rotted hope of ecstasy

and just accept as tacit fact

that everyone is lovely

except 

for 

you

(5) (Wo)Man

I was almost ten years old when dominion was given to man.

My mother and my grandmother took such great pains

to clothe me and my sister

in dresses pale as Easter sunrise

so we could wait on stone steps

for man to pass out of inexistence,

for father to become something

more than letter passed through prison bars

and blue jumpsuits in waiting rooms.

We told our friends he worked away from home

but home had always been a woman's world

until then.

How strange it was to watch him re-name everything

with such divine authority.

We found ourselves smiling, yes, this is right.

But I was always unsettled--

Mother was always wonderful at covering my eyes

but when he tries,

I see right through his hands.